Kenny was getting that familiar buggy feeling he gets when he's in a crowd and his anxiety starts to crank up, but he kept it in check by looking down and avoiding everyone's gaze. The party was in full swing with music blaring from the lounge halfway down the dorm hall. Eager drinkers pressed in around him as he pumped the keg. There was not one familiar face in the crowd. Everyone there was with his roommate or his circle of friends. Normally, Kenny wouldn't have associated with his roommate and would have preferred the quiet solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching his things had been too much, so he volunteered to man the keg. This way, he could keep an eye on his stuff and get free beer.
Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before him, a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops he had been seeing. Kenny's eyes followed the boots up to a pair of ridiculously small black shorts with a blue outline, up to a black crop top which also had a blue outline, up to a beautiful face framed by long blonde hair with pink dyed ends, up until his eyes locked onto brilliant blue eyes outlined in heavy mascara. She half-sneered at him, as if in challenge. He just nodded in greeting and passed her a beer. She gave him a little crooked smile and melted into the crowd, leaving him slightly flushed. He continued pouring but kept thinking about her blue eyes and how they seemed to bore into him.
Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more beer. Her hands were empty, though, and the supply of plastic cups had run out several minutes before. "Sorry," he said. "What happened to your cup?"
She scowled. "I put it down to send a text and it must have been picked up by one of these ass-hat frat boys." Pointing to a half-full mug on the shelf next to him, she asked, "Whose is that?"
"Mine," he explained. She picked it up and downed the rest before smirking and holding it out. Kenny refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back.
"I'm Alexa," she volunteered as he took a drink.
"Kenny," he said as she took the mug from his hands. Kenny glanced downwards and noticed a piercing in her belly button. He took a step back and took her entire image in. She was very short, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared frail but he noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she randomly plucked textbooks off his shelf and thumbed through them before replacing them in the wrong location. "Alexa's a nice name," he said, attempting conversation. He winced inwardly at the awkward tone of his voice. Starting a conversation was not something Kenny was good at.
"Short for Alexis," she explained without looking up from his physics text.
He stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were tanned and smooth and looked soft to the touch. Her thighs looked like they would make great pillows. He took note of her ass, despite not getting a clear view of it. Her cheeks were practically popping out of her shorts, which made Kenny ponder about her choice of outfit. There was no way she innocently wore such a revealing outfit. When he looked up, she was watching him intently. Attempting to cover up his embarrassment, he joked, "Did you just come from the Young Republicans meeting?"
"Church - I'm an altar girl," she said without missing a beat. She looked Kenny over critically. "You don't fit in, either."
He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans but he knew what she meant. His body language was all wrong. He nodded. "My roommate's party, my roommate's friends, his friends' friends, and so on. You know anyone here?"
She shook her head. "No one. I walked a friend back to her room after a movie, heard the music and decided to crash."
They talked as he continued pouring beers. Alexa told him she was majoring in sociology and he said he was studying computer science and engineering. The fact that she didn't run away after he told her was encouraging. The music down the hall was cranked even higher and drinkers crowded in around them, forcing them closer together. Alexa shouted one-sided conversation in his ear as he pumped the keg. To be honest, he didn't recall too much of what she said but he clearly remembered the feel of her breath on his ear and the five times her body rubbed against his arm as the crowd pressed in.
Eventually the keg ran dry and he had the unenviable task of turning away drunk but thirsty souls, their collective mood turning darker by the moment. All of his attempts to get them out the door failed, the crowd growing more surly. In the end it was Alexa who drove them from the room with pushes and kicks, swearing at them the whole time. He taped a sign on the door, closed it, and locked it.
"Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun."
"The only thing a mob will understand is force," she explained. It sounded like she was disappointed in him in some way. "You need to be more forceful and not let them walk all over you." He nodded mutely, thoroughly chastised. Then she smiled slightly. "Anyway, I owed you for sharing your mug."
Alexa sat cross-legged on his bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching him shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her shorts had somehow ridden up, exposing even more of her ass. He pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. He finally got to his bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed him but he fought it successfully. Only crazy people touched things like that. When he looked at her, he saw she had a curious expression on her face.
"What?"
Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully. Finally, she asked, "Are you gay?"
"No," he said, his tone completely inoffensive. It was not the first time that question had been asked of him.
"Didn't think so." She patted the mattress next to her. "Come here and take a break."
He sat on the bed with his back against the wall. He tried to look relaxed on the outside but he doubted he succeeded. Every nerve in his body was jangling and his body felt stiff as a board. Alexa didn't seem to notice. Instead she rubbed at a mark on her shorts before turning and looking at him closely. He started to wither under her stare.
"What?" he asked again, afraid she had noticed any sort of stiffness from his posture.
She shook her head, a frown on her face. "You're not like other guys, are you?"
"No, I suppose not."
She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without warning, she kissed Kenny. Hard. She pinned him against the wall. Once he recovered from the initial shock, he began to return the kiss but he was very clearly a step behind. Her tongue forced its way past his lips, so alive and electric. His hand went to her back; her hand went to his crotch as she drove him down onto the bed. Tentatively he moved his hand down to her ass and she boldly shoved her hand down the front of his jeans.
She stopped kissing and stared at his crotch, her hand squeezing up and down his length. Her hands scrabbled at his jeans, tugging them down to his thighs until he was exposed and erect before her. Alexa muttered, "No fucking way!"
Before Kenny had a chance to speak, she had him in her mouth. Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All he could hear, aside from the thudding of his heart, were the soft wet sounds of her mouth sliding over his cock.
The feel of her tongue was too much and his whole body tensed. With a groan, he came, eliciting a muted whimper from Alexa. She continued bobbing for another minute, the sensations intensifying with each bob, drawing out more groans from deep within his body. Finally, she ceased and let him slide from her lips. She sat back against the wall and dabbed at the corners of her mouth before sucking on her finger.
He laid there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and invincible all rolled into one. The feeling of invincibility faded, though, and he gradually became aware he was lying naked in front of a girl with his now-limp cock on full display. Embarrassed, he started to pull his pants up but her hand stopped him.
"Don't; seeing it pleases me," she said. "Your very first blowjob?" He nodded dumbly and she smiled. "Thought so. What did you think?"
He tried to put it into words but his vocabulary failed him. "It was amazing. I-" How could he describe something that made him feel so many different emotions all at one time? Instead, he shrugged and shook his head.
She nodded in agreement. "Kneel on the floor in front of me." He did and she scooted to the edge of the bed. Alexa pulled down her shorts, slowly revealing the pure flesh of her thighs, and the black cotton of her panties. She took a handful of his slightly longish curly brown hair and pulled it, bringing his face to her crotch. Kenny blankly stared at it. "Kiss it," she commanded.
He pressed his lips against the dry fabric. Alexa shifted and he felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled his nose and he became light-headed. He kissed her again, his mouth open slightly and her hips rose slightly to meet him. Without hesitation he licked her and the cotton turned from dry to damp to wet and then eventually, he could faintly taste her. He tongued her roughly through her panties, wanting, no, needing more until she pushed his head back with one hand.
Those sharp blue eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at him intently. He couldn't tell if she was pleased or angry but he did recognize her surprise. He didn't know how long she held him there but with each passing moment he became more desperate to taste her again. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving him to pull them the rest of the way off. The hand holding his hair slowly relaxed and dropped away.
He bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. He kissed higher and now he could truly smell her. He paused and, for the first time in his life, gazed at a woman's sex. Neatly trimmed brown pubic hair framed her glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to him. He could feel her heat on his face, drawing him in. His tongue parted her, delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled his ears and his soul fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.
With slow and tender licks and kisses, Kenny explored every nook and cranny of her, liberating her juices, coating his mouth and chin. Low, primal sounds filled the room only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her thighs against his head. He pushed on, his tongue darting and flicking as she trembled and shook beneath him. Her thighs hugged his face, each squeeze more powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to his brain until the world dimmed.
When he came to his senses, Alexa had him by his hair and was twisting his head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at him triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile, she pushed Kenny away playfully in an odd display of affection. He wiped his face with his shirt and realized his erection was back.
Alexa looked at the clock and bolted from the bed. "Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"
He couldn't believe his ears. "You live in Mother Mary?" He teased. She shot him a dangerous look as she put her shorts back on. To make up for the slight, he offered to walk her back.
They hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. They got to the front doors with two minutes to spare according to the large antique clock over the entrance. Alexa kissed him lightly on the lips before disappearing inside. He was walking on air on his way home before realization set in.
He had forgotten to get her number and he didn't know her last name. He clicked his tongue in frustration, chastising himself for being such an idiot.
The following week, he walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way to and from class hoping he'd run into Alexa, even walking out of his way whenever he had time. He had her panties which he had found balled up under the edge of his bed and he carried them with him like he was the prince in a perverted version of Cinderella. Not once did he get a glimpse of her. He slept with the shirt he had worn that night. He hadn't washed it and he could still smell her on it.
After two weeks he had almost given up seeing her again. He was in his room catching up on homework when he heard a voice. "Hey." He looked up at those brilliant blue eyes. Alexa was standing in his open door wearing a white tank top and black leggings, a lock of blonde hair covering one eye. She flashed a sultry smile and asked, "Am I bothering you?"
"Nope," he said, quickly closing his Advanced Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Is your roommate around?"
"No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with friends who belong to the frat he's rushing so I basically get the room to myself."
"About that night," she began but stopped. She gave him a cold, hard stare. "You haven't told anyone about it, have you?" Kenny swore that he hadn't. "Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and I'll hurt you."
"I swear, I won't say anything," He said meekly, withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of him.
"Okay, I believe you." She looked at him for a long moment then said, "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."
"Why?" He asked before he could stop himself.
Alexa stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at him. "Are you a virgin?"
He swallowed and avoided her eyes. He finally shrugged and confessed, "I've never done those things before."
"What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on your own? Touch a girl's ass?" He stared at the floor under the desk. He was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "Or was it something else?" she persisted.
"You know, like what you did to me," He bumbled.
"You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat? That's called a blowjob."
"Right. That." He swallowed nervously and went on. "And what I did to you."
"Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as eating me out or licking my cunt."
"Yeah. Licking your pussy."
Alexa shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you licked my cunt."
"Ok."
"Did you like licking my cunt?"
"Yeah."
"Say it."
"I liked licking you."
"I want you to say the word." She waited, an amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable Kenny was. "Say, cunt."
"Cunt," he said quietly, flinching as he did so. All his life he had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.
She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more ways than one." Her laughter shamed him and his ears burned. He felt so small. "Well, at least I know you're clean. Tell me, Kenny, are you one of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to your god you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?" she mocked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," he said a bit defensively.
"Do you believe in god, Kenny?"
"No, do you?"
Alexa snorted with derision. "I don't have time to waste on that nonsense." She slipped her black leggings downwards. "I don't have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt again, Kenny?" She reached into her panties. "I'm so wet and I'm so willing. Do you want to taste me, Kenny?" She pulled her hand out and held it up in front of him. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. He was already salivating. He nodded. "Then take off your fucking clothes." There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.
He stood and peeled off his shirt, then his jeans. After a moment's hesitation he kicked off his boxers. Alexa shook her head and pointed at his feet. He understood and pulled off his socks. He stood there in the middle of his room naked and semi-aroused as Alexa walked slowly around him appraising his body, taking in his abs and muscles. He silently prayed she wouldn't notice the rather rough scratches on his chest that were basically flaming red. She stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow as she looked at his cock.
"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly. "How big is it?"
Like most guys, Kenny had been curious with the length of his penis. He had measured it and done his research but for some reason he was embarrassed to admit that to her. Instead he simply said, "Bigger than average, I suppose."
She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded.
He obeyed. Alexa swiftly took off her leggings and stood before him. "I can't have a boyfriend," she said as he tasted her. He didn't care. He just nodded and drank her in.
In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and him kneeling on the floor in front of her, his head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed him away almost a half an hour had passed.
Brief explosions of pain blossomed in his knees as he stood, his joints stiff. He rubbed his neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Alexa. She laid there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her bubbly, pert breasts rose and fell. It was oddly hypnotic to Kenny.
She motioned him over until he was standing next to her. "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly. When he hesitated, she said emphatically, "Kenny, I want you to jerk off until your cum sprays over my face!"
Kenny stood over her and masturbated as Alexa's hands played lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open and inviting. He watched her drive her middle finger deep into her cunt. With her other hand she caressed his balls, pulling him closer to her expectant mouth until the tip of his cock rubbed against her lips.
She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I can't have a boyfriend."
He continued stroking, his orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down his shaft, through his balls, and up his spine. With a groan, the dam burst. White lines of cum jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy lashes. She pulled him into her mouth and he came some more. When he was finished, his knees felt weak.
"I can't have a boyfriend," she repeated as his seed dribbled slowly from the corner of her mouth.
He offered her a towel to clean up. Alexa climbed wearily into Kenny's bed and pulled the covers over her. He watched her sleep for a while before he got dressed and went back to his desk. He touched every item on the desk exactly seven times in the proper order before he could resume his calculus homework, letting her sleep for an hour before he woke her gently.